Maera hadn't yet grasped the concept of the Glacier being their new home, the idea of it had been trying to slide into her mind but she hadn't been able to bring herself to accept there would be no more Bazi coming to play, no Galileo to wrestle and no mud baths by the creek's edge. She liked the new den though, it was comfy and even if there were a lot of strangers around constantly she felt glad to see Danica's face among the crowd.
After the whole pack had joined in a glorious choir to celebrate the Glacier's conquest, the fire kissed girl hadn't touched the subject of home. She had wondered the reason of their sudden vacation but had never even made an effort to ask --at least not Mom or Dad. They seemed far to busy to be bothered, instead she recurred to the sleeping form of her pillow-brother Larus as a therapist. She often whispered and mumbled in his ear, murmuring senseless nothings that seemed to soothe the anxiety the move had brought on her.
It was not as if she was being consumed alive by the jittery butterflies that floated in her stomach, she was just nervous to be around a new set of faces in an un-mapped enviroment; even if she had not beeon out much back at the creek she had gotten familiarized with the little garden surrounding their home. What she missed the most were probably the flowers that popped out of the ground here and there, with no real order or reason. They were pleasing to the eye though not to the stomach --she had learned that after chomping on a dandelion..
In the north, where they home laid craddled by mountains there was not a flower to be seen. Or at least not yet. Maera had walked out the door that afternoon with the quest of finding at least one. She slipped past the den's exit, keeping her ears pinned and her tail erect, and despite having clown-sized feet she still tried to tip toe away without being seen.
That was a mission she had to do alone.
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